Checker Davis and Sheila Jensen met when they were kids. Sheila's cousin Mick was working as an apprentice grease monkey for Ducall's, same as Checker, but Checker was off the books, because he was only 11, so Ducall told folks he was just letting the kid watch while the guys worked. Nobody outside knew Checker worked hard there, and Ducall taught... Read More

Thank you, as always! I'm always very flattered when someone is entertained by my electron scribblings, and infinitely more so as this is my first attempt at this. Still not sure what "this" is, of course, but the characters in my head are gradually consenting to be wrestled into something resembling a storyline. And if it ends up being more a loosely connected montage of scenes, well...it works for Irvine Welsh!

But SockPuppet, you must tell me what is less "convincing" about Chant's piece. If you merely said it was shitty, I would shrug and move on hoping to do better in a general way, but unconvincing makes me pause and wonder. I admit, her story is about an extraordinary person living an extraordinary life, while Sheila and Checker are either extraordinary people living (so far) ordinary lives, or the reverse, depending how you look at it. That takes it further from the realm of what we relate to...but rest assured their lives, and ours, will get stranger with time.

Hey anyone out there, at the end of Janurary I will probably be going away from SG for a while, both to save money and time. Don't cry too much, I will probably be back someday...I love naked punk girls too much, and real life doesn't provide nearly enough of them. The groups are fun too!

He was hearing whispers now. Rumors and murmurs. As he went past Joey from sporting goods and Dave from lumber, he heard Dave say, "And they say they'll open the gate if all those things happen in the right order."
Later that day he overheard Susan telling Jan, "when those days come, there'll be no second chances for anybody."
At the... Read More

Sheila wandered around the shitty little town in the rain, her heart pounding and muscles quivering with speed. She desperately craved adventure, hungered for something wild and wicked to get into to distract her from this place, this time.
Checker... Read More

Here I am...Barack you like a hurricane!
I wasn't sure which I'd be excited about more...the first black president, or the Democrats finally having the chance to fix the shit the Republicans have been doing, with on-so-little-opposition from the Dems, for the last 8 years. In the end, I'm more excited that Barack is an intelligent, inspiring, dignified, and seemingly... Read More

Uh, generally they don't, mi amigo SockPuppet. Hence the world we live in. However, while unlikely, it is theoretically possible for a person or people to be both wealthy and idealistic, and that's what I'm hoping for here. Also the wealthy tend to be educated, and educated people sometimes take note of the lessons of history. For the rich to grow too rich and the middle class to become poor winds up being very bad for the rich in the end.

The thing in the trench coat walked toward them, clumsy-looking, but always managing to catch itself at the last minute before it could topple over. It was only about five and half feet tall, but it had a metal face like a skull, like the goddamn Terminator, and it was walking right toward them through the darkness of the street... Read More

"...ratified by a overwhelming majority of neurons."
Nice line.
Interesting story too. I guess I'm a lot like Checker, because it fits in with my conspiracy theories too.
The type of toxin isn't that important really. Other than Socks I don't think many people would catch that.

"I like that you are a reporter, David." The old man never said journalist. "I like that your job is to tell the truth to people of things that happen."
"Well, the truth is really all that's important in life. There's a billion possible things that could've happened, but there's only... Read More

She told him, "Dream as if you'll live forever; live as if you'll die today!"
He thought that was so beautiful, so profound and wise.
But then why did she deny ever saying that to him when he stood trial for all the killing?

Jeff sat on the couch. Shit, he was tired. And he just woke up! And all this shit was about to come down, right on him! Well, not right on him, but he'd be right next to the fuckin' eye of the storm. And anyway, isn't that where shit is actually worst, in a storm, is like next to... Read More

Just as long as you realize there's only one true King, and it's "of the Burger". Except Jesus, too.
Hey, how metal is Jesus for having a crown of thorns? And making his followers eat of his body and drink of his blood? And rising from the dead? And body piercings that make everyone else's look tremendously fuckin' weak. And he has prophecies about him, and he fights demons...including Satan! And then, as if he's not the most metal dude of all time, he will return to bring about the apocalypse. Man, I never really thought about it like this. I'm totally gonna repost this in the metal group.

When she was a little girl growing up, Sheila's mom made her go to church for a while.
She doted on her daughter, and saw everything she did in the best way possible, but there were limits. There were some things that didn't look good in any light, and after that last incident Charlene decided Sheila needed... Read More

Maybe Charlene should have picked another church instead of giving up all together. I've never seen a methodist get enough passion together to speak in tongues, let alone throttle a child. So that might work. But to each his own. I've been listening to a lot of fire and brimstone gospel music lately. I know. It's funny but once you get past being the only white guy in the room, it's great fun. So things are going ____ for you?

P.S., Robot sex isn't as messy but it is surprisingly noisy. Take care.

How do I know!? You haven't been keeping-up with your porn, have you? Robots are the new double-anal. Kidding about the psychic. Though some solid proof of the paranormal would be nice. Not kidding about the gospel music though. Before whitey stole it, it was pretty awesome. Hey I'm trying. GURH!